Chapter 633 Interpretation and teaching Yang Tianqiong
"A strong man with the level of an emperor actually fell!" Xiao Yun looked at the fallen corpse from a distance, his heart was shocked, and his eyes were full of heat.
This was an existence at the level of an emperor, and it was an enemy from ancient times, which completely complied with his principle of collecting corpses.
If such a being is sacrificed, what skills will it bring to him? At least it is the Emperor's Scripture, or even a higher level skill.
After all, most of the cultivators in the ancient world have inheritance. Although this corpse is only at the Great Emperor level, the skills he practiced may far exceed the Great Emperor level.
What's more, Xiao Yun has never sacrificed an existence at the level of an emperor, so he may have gained something else besides his skills.
The Great Emperor and below are two completely different levels, which may bring more benefits to Xiao Yun.
It's just that... Xiao Yun glanced at the peak saints and quasi-emperors in the sky. Obviously, he was not the only one who was eyeing the corpse of the great emperor.
After all, the value is too great.
Although those strong men don't care about the corpses of low-level cultivators, they will never ignore the corpse of an emperor.
Especially the emperor was wearing a red armor, although it was damaged, with a big hole in his chest.
But this is an Imperial Weapon-level battle armor. Even if it is damaged, it is still of great value.
For a moment, the eyes of those peak saints and quasi-emperors turned red.
"Old Wang, I'm here to stop them, you go and snatch the body.
"A quasi-emperor of the human race roared.
Another quasi-emperor of the human race no longer hid his strength, activated the sword soul in his body, powerfully killed a prehistoric quasi-emperor, and then rushed towards the corpse of the great emperor.
This person actually also cultivated the inheritance of the Sword Master and condensed a powerful sword soul.
Xiao Yun was shocked.
He could see that this quasi-emperor was very powerful. Once the sword soul came out, those quasi-emperors from the ancient times were no match for him.
However, there were many quasi-emperors in the prehistoric era, and they all started to kill the 'Old King'.
More than a dozen quasi-emperors surrounded and killed one quasi-emperor, but the 'Old King' still did not fall behind. He was so powerful that he really deserved to be the old king next door.
For a time, a melee continued in the sky, with both parties desperately trying to snatch the corpse of the great emperor.
"What should I do?" "My Bloody Lotus Platform may be able to defend against the attack power of one Quasi-Emperor, but it certainly cannot defend against the attacks of multiple Quasi-Emperors.
"If I rush forward now, I will definitely be missed by everyone, and I may not be able to grab the body of the great emperor."
"... Xiao Yun stared at the situation above while thinking about countermeasures in his mind.
He didn't want to give up the corpse of an emperor.
But there were too many enemies, and even the peak sage was not qualified to snatch the body of the great emperor. Several quasi-emperors were already dead.
Xiao Yun hurriedly ran to pick up the fallen corpses of the quasi-emperors. Now everyone in the area was gone. The peak of the Great Sage and the quasi-emperors above were also in a melee. No one was fighting with Xiao Yun to snatch them.
Just looking at the corpse of the emperor that continued to fall in the sky, Xiao Yun felt that the corpses of the quasi-emperors he had just picked up no longer smelled good.
With the corpse of the great emperor, who cares about the corpses of several quasi-emperors.
Moreover, the techniques just reported from the sacrifice are of no use. After all, not every prehistoric practice technique is useful to Xiao Yun.
"Who killed me, my little junior brother?" Suddenly, a roar came from the distance, and the majestic power of the Supreme Emperor swept in, killing a large number of saints and great saints.
Xiao Yun was shocked to the point of bleeding from all his orifices, so he didn't care much and immediately activated the bloody lotus platform, which made him feel much better.
But even so, the bloody light shield of the Blood Lotus Platform was trembling, as if it was about to collapse.
"Fuck, here comes a great man!" Xiao Yun looked at the powerful aura rushing towards him from a distance, while retreating quickly, he used the Divine Life Body to recover from his injuries.
He has some lingering ambitions.
If it weren't for the strength of his soul, which was comparable to the peak of the Great Sage, he would have died just now, and there would be no time to activate the defense of the Blood Lotus Platform.
The person who came was definitely an existence at the level of a great emperor, even stronger than the average great emperor.
Not only Xiao Yun was fleeing, but the saints and great saints in the distance, and even the peak saints and quasi-emperors in the sky, were all fleeing.
"Want to escape?" "You all should be buried with my little junior brother!" The powerful aura in the distance has not yet come, but a big hand that covers the sky has already arrived here in advance, covering the entire sky.
Everyone felt the breath of destruction, and fled into the distance one by one in panic.
But it was useless. When that huge palm came towards them, many peak saints and quasi-emperors exploded and fell on the spot.
It was too strong! Xiao Yun turned pale with fright, activated the bloody lotus platform with all his strength, and barely managed to teleport, thus escaping the disaster.
"Kill!" A huge divine sword suddenly appeared in the sky in the distance, slashing towards the falling giant palm.
Xiao Yun felt a familiar aura. He narrowed his eyes and saw the 'Old Wang next door'.
This guy was the closest to the emperor's corpse just now, and had no chance to escape. Now he can only fight with his back to the wall.
"A mere ant dares to be so presumptuous!" The void was torn apart, and a terrifying figure finally arrived here.
He had a handsome face and a tall figure. He glanced at the 'Lao Wang next door' with disdain and pointed out casually.
"Boom!" The sword soul of Lao Wang next door shattered instantly, and the terrifying finger light penetrated his body, causing this human swordsman to perish.
Xiao Yun was silent. This was the battlefield. Many people died in the prehistoric era, and many strong men from the human race also fell.
"Go back to the imperial capital quickly. This man is extremely powerful and I must take action!" The voice of the seventh prince suddenly came to my ears.
The next moment, a black figure came out across the space and headed towards the burly emperor.
"Boom!" The two emperor-level warriors faced each other for the first time. They took a few steps back, but they were evenly matched.
The burly ancient man showed surprise. He looked at the Seventh Prince across from him and shouted in a deep voice: "I am Yang Tianqiong, the grandson of Yang Jian, the God of War of the Chan Cult. You are pretty good and you deserve to be remembered by me. Your name is
What's your name?" "Human race, the seventh prince of the Chu Kingdom, Chu Ye!" The seventh prince said calmly, but when he looked at Yang Tianqiong opposite, his expression became extremely solemn.
Generally speaking, the cultivators from the ancient world are far inferior to them in the same realm, unless they possess powerful magic weapons.
But in that blow just now, the person on the opposite side was able to resist him with only physical strength, without using magic weapons at all.
This made the seventh prince a little afraid.
"Yang Tianqiong? Yang Jian's grandson?" In the distance, Xiao Yun also heard Yang Tianqiong's words, and couldn't help but widen his eyes with shock on his face.
Yang Jian is a big shot in ancient times. The last time he inquired, he was already a quasi-sage and could become the next heavenly saint at any time.
The most important thing is that the person in front of me is a genuine disciple of the saint.
"By the way, just now Yang Tianqiong said that the emperor's corpse was his corpse, doesn't it mean that the owner of the corpse is also a member of the Chan Sect?" Xiao Yun looked at the emperor's corpse in the distance and became jealous for a moment.
If he obtained this corpse and offered it as a sacrifice to the ‘human sect’, wouldn’t he have obtained the supreme skill of Chanjiao?